I remembered my mom saying that the loft of the store room has to be cleaned and I asked him to come home and help me cleaning the loft and he agreed.... The next day morning we just started cleaning the store room and suddenly he called out my name loudly as if shocked. I ran in to the store room and he was standing on a big stool and had just opened the loft door. He had seen a few books and had called out my name. He asked me to come up on the stool and he will show me. They were some Tamil. I noticed that he had one hand on his cock and another on his face so I asked him what it was all about. He responded by telling me that he was sniffing his wife’s knickers and then started to go into a bit of a rant about her. ‘What a slut, sucking you off instead of her husband. She stinks of wet pussy.... ‘ he went on for a while. It was a bit odd to be honest. I’m not sure what the trigger was; perhaps it was stopping the car, perhaps the fact she could hear him masturbating or the. Bless them for trying to protect me.Felar was someone who kept to himself. He didn't try to recruit me, and he was rarely at Council meetings because he was only a Master. Masters were of lesser rank than Adepts, but he never showed interest in acquiring a sponsor to become an Aspirant; he was mostly interested in his "pet projects," as my father used to call them. He was a researcher, designing custom spells for others to use. He seemed modest and disciplined; so my parents approached him with. . Mam piche nahi liya meneMuskan…. Suman dekh mene pic me dekh hai Teri gand bhut sexy aur moti hai aur itne lambe bal hai Teri Teri gand to bhut fadege castmr pr paise bhut milegeMe..kitna milegaMuskan….ek admi ka 10000 nyt do apmi ka 15000 aur 4 5 huye to 20 se 25000Me…ok me redy hu mamMuskan …to jan castmr hoga me fon karugi ok jha khugi waha aa JanaMe …ok2 ghante bad muskan ka fon ayaHlo sumanMe… G mamMuskan …. Aj rat ho redy ho ja 3 castmr k sath Jana hai okMe ..ok mamMuskan …..apne bal.